• Cause Me trouble While I almost die in unreal but real pleasure Your touch close to me And eyes like clean pure breath resting on me When I, sit in front of you Cause Me trouble When I, talk about Myself again Want You to hate me So I can love you in silence Cause Me, trouble When I after our talks, Almost faint of my wanting for you Or drown in longing to see you again In a week or two To be there again In front of Me In front of you All I wish to do Is kiss you